I'm going to stray away from Sasha's character for a bit. I needed something to lead up to situations that will ensue, plus she can only be so involved with the team since she's in charge of the whole CBI. But I hope you enjoy the crime I made up, I now have a new found respect to the tv writers who make up this stuff for every episode! And I had to throw in a sexual harassment course because I was forced to take one not too long ago. *twitch* I kept thinking about the episode of NCIS where they go through one of those lectures, thought it'd be fun to toy with. But I'm rambling now, please enjoy!

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Ch. 2 – Sexual Harassment

Three o' clock came much faster than everyone had wanted. Rounded up in a conference room with about ten other poor saps, sitting at lined tables with cheap, plastic chairs listening to a woman discuss some lawsuit histories dealing with sexual harassment. Everyone felt like they were back in high school in a very, very boring class. Van Pelt was taking down a few notes on anything she felt she might have to remember later, reverting back to her good-student mode. No doubt she made straight A's all throughout school. Rigsby was anxiously tapping a pencil to his thigh, not able to hold still.

"Now while consensual relationships between co-workers is not considered sexual harassment, and not usually forbidden, this can often lead to situations that would fall under a category of sexual harassment. Therefore it's best just to avoid office relationships all together."

Van Pelt and Rigsby glanced nervously at each other through the corner of their eyes and then shifted slightly away from each other. Cho noticed, and couldn't help but chuckle softly under his breath.

Jane and Lisbon sat in the back, occasionally listening in on the lecture. Lisbon had been to enough sexual harassment courses that she felt she needed a diploma for the hours she wasted in these lectures. She let out a soft sigh as she leaned onto the table. Leaning back in his chair, Jane felt he could kill some boredom by reaching around an unsuspecting Lisbon and gently tickling the side opposite to him. She jolted upright, glaring at the nearly comatose man who happened to be sitting at her side. She whipped around to lightly slap Jane on she shoulder after she realized the sleeping man probably wasn't even aware that the lecture was still going on. She growled at Jane. A little louder than she had intended.

"Jane, I'm going to--"

"Yes ma'am, do you have a question?"

"I, uh--" Lisbon was staggering, trying to think of a question, any question at all. Jane just smiled, this was thoroughly entertaining to him. She saw his smile, she was going to get him back. "Um, could you go over relationships in offices again, just to clarify?"

"Of course..."

"Oh you will pay for that." Lisbon whispered to Jane.

"What? Are you going to file sexual harassment charges on me, Lisbon?" Jane chuckled

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Finally they were freed from the lecture, and much to their luck, Lisbon received a call informing them of a new case. It took the team's full restraint from running to the parking lot, they just had to leave the building.

The crime took place at a modeling company in San Francisco. By the time they had arrived it was already dark and everybody was visibly exhausted. The crime scene would have to wait. So the team headed to the nearest hotel and booked their rooms. Everyone fell asleep in their rooms once they arrived. Well, all except Rigsby and Van Pelt, who had stayed up just a little bit longer than everyone else after Rigsby managed to sneak into Van Pelt's room.

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The victim, Joyce Wilson, was found in her changing room. From forensics, they discovered arsenic in her system. TOD showed to be about three thirty the previous day. While no one was certain if it was murder or suicide, the lack of a suicide note pointed toward the former.

It was definitely going to be a long day, though. Literally hundreds of people had been in that building at the time of death. They started with those that were working directly with her at the time.

"Cho, you go talk to the models she was working with yesterday."

"Right away, Boss." Cho kept a straight face, but the subtle spring in his step gave away his contained excitement on talking to four very beautiful women.

"Van Pelt, you go talk to the manager of the clothing line she was going to model for. Rigsby, you go talk to the photographer."

"Yes Boss." They answered in unison.

"And we'll go talk to her contractor?"

Lisbon nodded and held out her hand, allowing Jane to lead the way.